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Yeah, sorry we haven’t updated in a while...uhh, we really don’t have any excuses. Heh heh...
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The day before they left finally came, leaving the girls in a hurried bustle to get everything together in a small sack they could carry if it became required. The girls’ would be taking both Ohtar and Indo Cormamin along to serve as packhorses and mounts. A meeting would be held later in the night for all 11 members of the Fellowship, yet the girls had the entire day to themselves. At around 10 the finally went to the kitchen, getting some bread to eat for breakfast. The Elven bread tasted much better than lembas, which would be a good amount of their diet for the journey.
The girls wandered around Rivendell, taking in the beautiful scenery for perhaps the last time. They passed by a terrace, spotting Elrond and Aragorn speaking in hushed tones. Laura and Suzanne pressed their ears to the side of the structure, trying to decipher what they were saying.
“She stays because of you!” Elrond said, a little louder than he had intended.
The two needed to hear no more, they knew the discussion that was going on. Elrond wanted Aragorn to have Arwen go to Valinor. Both knew that it would do no good at any rate. Suzanne sighed, slightly overcome by the helplessness of the situation. Aragorn and Arwen loved each other. Arwen would refuse to go to Valinor and she and Aragorn would marry after he returned from the War of the Ring. Yet as each day passed, Suzanne felt herself drawn closer to the man who would one day rule Gondor.
Laura noticed Suzanne’s distress, yet she knew that little could be done to remedy whatever sadness plagued her friend’s mind. It had always been that way, and Suzanne would eventually find happiness. She hoped.
“Mellynnen!” {My friends}
A male voice broke the silence, Legolas approaching the two with a smile on his face. Suzanne nodded to the elf, outstretching her hand to him. He took it in his own and pressed it to his lips in a typical greeting.
“Brennilen.” {My lady}
“Brannonnen.” {My lord}
Legolas’ attention averted to Laura. She reached out her hand to him, he gently taking it and kissing her hand. Even though this greeting had happened countless times, she never became accustomed to such chivalry.
“Pen velui.” {Lovely one}
Legolas had begun calling her that, although the girl had no idea what it meant. She heard the term used with no one else but her.
“Caunen.” {My prince}
She quickly took her hand from his, stepping closer to him and placing her arms around his neck in a quick hug. Aragorn and Legolas had become used to such a greeting, one she reserved for closer friends. Laura stepped back before Elrond became suspicious of anything, offering a gracious smile before speaking.
“Are you ready to begin the journey?”
“I believe so, Pen dithen {little one}. And you?”
“Yeah, I’m ready. I’m not looking forward to leaving everything here in Imiladris, though.”
“I understand, Pen velui. Perhaps you would join me on a ride to admire the beauty of Rivendell once more before we leave?”
“As gellen” {It would be my pleasure.}
Laura looked to Suzanne, checking if it was okay with her. Suzanne nodded and walked towards Aragorn, who was now sitting on a bench contemplating the recent conversation with Lord Elrond.
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Ohtar was unavailable to ride because he needed to rest for the journey ahead, so the groomsmen gave Laura a black mare that resembled an Arabian in the way her body was shaped and her face was dished. Laura was told that her name was Loraica, which roughly translates into “evil dream” or “Nightmare”. Legolas was given a black beast named “Melkor” after the rebellious Valar. Both horses were head-strong and a handful, but Laura preferred her riding to be a challenge. She was wearing the clothes that she was in when she first came to Middle Earth, so the girl was able to swing upon the mare’s back with little difficulty. Legolas quickly mounted Melkor and the two made their way into one of Rivendell’s largest gardens.
The two talked about little, instead soaking in the beauty of the flowers. The flora’s perfume mingled with the air, allowing the elf and woman to relax. Legolas gently pulled his right arm towards his body, directing the stallion beneath him off the path. He motioned for Laura to follow him. Laura was comfortable around horses but did not necessarily trust Loraica off the beaten path. Legolas saw her concern.
“Garo estel ned nin” {Trust in me.}
The woman’s expression softened a bit, her hands directing the black mare to follow Legolas’ mount. The two reached a stream, horses’ dark limbs splashing the water around as they crossed the miniature river. Not far away stood a veranda with a bench, underneath towering flowering trees the likes of which Laura had never seen before. The flowers repeatedly altered colors every few moments, cascading from red to blue, violet, pink, and yellow, back to red again. She gasped as she saw the changing colors.
“Bain...” {Beautiful}
“Ai. El bain.” {Yes. You are beautiful.}
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Suzanne looked to Aragorn, eyes questioning.
“May I sit by you, my lord?”
Aragorn nodded, sliding slightly to the edge of the bench to allow more room for the young woman.
She looked at him a moment longer.
“What bothers you?”
Aragorn muttered “melethen” {my love} under his breath before giving an answer.
“Arwen intends on waiting in Imiladris for my return after the War of the Ring. If she stays in Middle Earth, she will lose her immortality and one day die, alone and separated from her people. I fear, however, even I am too late to save her from staying here. Tell me, in your world, did Arwen die? How may I save her?”
Suzanne smiled sadly.
“Brannonnen, I cannot tell you the course of this world.”
Aragorn nodded.
“Of course. Forgive me for asking.”
Suzanne smiled, quoting from the movie.
“There is nothing to forgive.”
She smiled and he gently smiled back.
“I suppose it would be selfish for me to ask her to sacrifice her life for my happiness.”
“Sometimes we must sacrifice what we desire most to accomplish what must be done.”
“Well spoken, Brennilen. It is a wonder that someone of your age would be so wise.”
Suzanne softly snorted impudently at his condescending words, yet soon calmed herself with the thought that they were not intended that way.
“Sorrow serves for a great nurturer of wisdom.”
“Indeed” was the soft reply. Aragorn reached over and grasped her hand in a comforting gesture, allowing both to contemplate how the course of their lives would change by the departure made tomorrow.
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Laura: bwahahahahaha! It is finished! Well, at least this chapter is. They’ll either leave in the next chapter or the chapter after that. This’ll probably end up being three separate stories for each of the books/movies.
